As I unsnapped his pants, Tom hand cupped my breasts. He was a natural, massaging and playing with my nipples.I pushed his pants and under pants down ...nd his dick was getting harder. Tom was about five and half inches, not bad for a thirteen year old. I took my hands and fondled his balls, while I stroked him to full strength. He was lost in the pleasure. I understood but still want some for myself."Lay down." I told him. He did so quickly, laying on top of the small couch he had in the tree. My son had a very talented mouth and my pussy ached for some tongue action. After a few moments I pulled my tit from his mouth and dangled them above his face."NOW SON, USE THAT MOUTH TO PLEASURE YOUR FILTHY MOTHER...I WANT YOU TO EAT MY CUNT."He smiled and nodded his approval as I climbed up his body, dragging my tits across his face and sliding over him.I sat up and brought his head in between my thighs, closing them around his head and lowering my dripping wet and wide open pussy down onto. He became curious, and after turning off the TV, he decided to get a better look. Katie was a notoriously deep sleeper, and only the loudest of noises or the strongest of shakes could wake her up. So, Kevin had little fear of her awakening as he knelt down at her feet and brought his face to within inches of his sister's crotch. It was still too dark for him to see much of anything, so he reached out and carefully lifted the hem of her T-shirt, slowly exposing her neat little bush to his wide. This time Ken was standing back on the goal line to receive it. Not only did Cathy again have the distance, she also had great height on her booming kick. The result was April tagged him at the two-yard line before he could even take a step.Mike McCaskey had been shaking his head in utter amazement. Sitting next to Cindy, he asked her who the new girl was. Cindy grinned and said, "That's my new house slave, Cathy Collins. She's really good, isn't she?"All McCaskey could say was, "Wow! I guess.